Holidays

A woman carrying a platter with food still warm

In the semidarkness of the long hallway, slightly swaying her hips,

leaves a trail  of tantalizing smells and indistinct memories

in her wake like a time-traveler’s ship

caught in the ice-fields of the past

Children look up at the table where their mother’s hands

fly over  the dough, kneading, shaping

The sounds of  oil hissing on the stove

Minced meat in a bowl and nut shells on the floor

A fantastic world of holidays and unconditional love.